I looked over at Rory and watched as he pushed the girl's hair behind her shoulder.
"Okay," I sighed.
"You'll owe me a favor, though."
"What kind of favor?"
"I'm sure I'll think of something."
I bit my lip and peered around Connor's shoulder. Rory was still completely enthralled by the woman sitting next to him. Maybe I could use Connor's help. "Okay, deal."
Connor opened up the fridge, grabbed two beers, and popped the caps off. "Cheers." He held up his bottle.
I felt like I was making a deal with the devil. I hit my bottle against his and followed him back to the table. He dealt out the next hand. After I picked up my cards, Connor immediately scooted his chair out, grabbed my waist, and pulled me onto his lap. I laughed as he lightly nipped my shoulder blade.
"Stop trying to see my cards, Connor!" I pressed my cards against my chest.
"Fold," Connor whispered into my ear. I wiggled out of his grip and sat back down in my chair. I looked at my hand. I was dealt a flush. It was likely that I would win. I stole a glance at Rory. He was definitely looking at me now. And he didn't seem happy. Maybe this was working. I put my hand face down on the table, refusing to even exchange any of my cards. "I fold." What is Connor planning?
Rory laid out his hand. He had a straight.
"Not so fast," Connor said. "Four of a kind. Read 'em and weep, Rory."
Rory scowled.
"Stand up," Connor said to me.
My heart was racing. Please don't take my bra. I stood up and faced him. He moved his hands to my waist and then slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my jean shorts. He hooked his fingers in my belt loops and pulled me toward him. I could feel his warm breath against my belly button. I held my breath as he pulled my shorts down my hips. The rough fabric fell down my thighs, and his fingers lightly pressed against my skin. He let go of my belt loops and placed a kiss just above my panty line. Oh my God. I felt everything below my waistline clench with desire. I took a step back and tripped over my chair and onto Jackson's lap.
"Hey there," Jackson said, and smiled at me.
"Oh God, I'm sorry." I quickly got back up and kicked my shorts off my ankles.
Everyone seemed to be staring at me. I was completely mortified. At least my thong matched my bra. I usually didn't care about things like that, but I had wanted to feel sexy tonight. Because I wanted Rory to think that I was sexy.
"I think I'm done for the night," Rory said and stood up.
"Oh, good," the girl sighed next to him. "I'm not wearing any panties anyway."
Slut!
Rory grinned, leaned down, and lifted the girl over his shoulder. She screamed in protest. He slapped her ass and disappeared with her into his bedroom.
"We're going to go too," the girl said that was sitting next to Jackson. She gave me a nasty look.
"Sorry, Keira," Jackson said. He stood up and grabbed his shirt off the floor. The girl next to him was staring longingly at his abs. I turned back to Rory's door. I suddenly remembered I was just wearing my underwear. I put my arms across my chest.
Jackson and the girl walked out of the apartment arm in arm. Poor girl. She probably had no idea what she was getting herself into. Or does she?
Chapter 8
Connor cleared his throat.
Oh God, we're alone.
"So about that favor..." He touched my knee and began to trail his fingers up my thigh.
I took a step back. My ass pressed against the poker table. "You didn't help me at all."